After the song was over, the lead singer on the stage bowed to the audience. The girl wore a ponytail and a pure white short coat.

Hongwo is getting smaller and fresher. Freshness is good, but it doesn’t have the reputation of the golden combination.

The bar guy said, "After you left, no bands have exploded here."

Over the past year, how many people have wanted to copy the success of the Golden Yellow combination. Some people have played with the visual system like Lan Yan, and there are girls who are as quirky as Jin Cancan. Of course, Huang Yiyan has many followers.

The bar guy remembered that at that time, Huang Yiyan always wore black clothes and black pants, and black-framed glasses were hung on his face. If he wore a robe, he would be thin and tall black Wuchang.

The bar guy gave a thumbs up, "You are so impressed by the fact that you disbanded at your peak."

Huang Yiyan drank the wine in a glass of wine.

The bar guy wiped the cup and shouted to the front left, "Sister Man!"

Huang Yiyan turned his head and looked back.

"Rhubarb?" Tang Zhiman raised her cherry red lips.

"Sister Man." Huang Yiyan sat in a high chair and turned backwards.

Tang Zhiman is the backbone of the Red Nest. The longer the year, the better the charm. Jin Cancan once described it as a fragrant and seductive mandala. Tang Zhiman leaned on the bar, "Where is it taller now?"

Huang Yiyan replied: "Online car-hailing, driver-designer."

"Is Xiao Jin back?" In Hongwo, Huang Yiyan called Dahuang and Jin Cancan called Xiao Jin.

"No." There is no news, just like evaporating from the world.

Tang Zhiman asked again: "Will no longer form another band?"

"No."

"By the way, I heard you are married?"

Everyone heard that even her parents, Huang Yiyan, had only notified her after getting her marriage certificate. She bent her tail finger with her left hand and held the ring with her thumb, "I asked, I wanted to divorce."

"OK." Everyone in Hongwo knew that Huang Yiyan had a boyfriend who had been in love for many years. He was a fellow villager and also played guitar. The two had a deep relationship and talked about marriage.

A guest in the corner was waving. Tang Zhiman stood up straight, "Come and play when you have time. This glass is mine tonight. Negroni is a spirit wine, worth savoring."

"Thank you, Sister Man."

Huang Yiyan drank half a glass of wine, and her stomach felt like it was burning. Her lower abdomen seemed to be filled with a bowl of ice water, which was hot and cold. The fire rushed up to her chest, and the water soaked her feet down. She shook her head and shook her dizzy.

She walked out of Hongwan and stopped a taxi and went home.

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When she saw Ning Huo at home, Huang Yiyan admitted that she had not drunk strong alcohol for a long time and her alcohol tolerance had declined. She forgot that he was at home tonight.

Ning Huo saw her standing in the entrance and still moved, walked up to pick up her shoes, "Wife."

She kicked her shoes and almost flew to him. She walked in barefoot, her soles were as cold as they were in the sea. She sat down and rubbed her temples.

He picked up his slippers and squatted in front of her. "Put your shoes."

Her feet shrank, "Not wearing them."

Ning Huo looked at her, "Have you drunk?"

She raised her head and rested on the back of the sofa, making two "uhhh". She pressed her throat, pinched her thumb and index finger.

He wanted to help her, but she waved it away. His hand stopped in the air, "My wife will still be drunk and crazy."

Huang Yiyan shrugged and finally supported his drowsy head back, "Why are you back today?"

"You've caught this cheating, you can't reply." He was laughing.

She raised one arm and placed it on his shoulder, her fingers around his neck and twisted the buttons of his top. Her forehead drooped to his cheeks because of her posture.

Ning Huo looked at her closely. Her eyes were very far away.

She said: "Give me a cup of hot water."

"Yeah." He hooked her hand and got up to pour water.

After pouring water for only ten seconds, he came over with a water cup.

She lay down on the sofa, her hands covered her forehead, and her breathing was falling asleep smoothly.

Ning Torrent drank all the glass of water. He lowered his waist and looked carefully at the golden ring on her left finger. This was not a wedding ring, but a prop to cover her tattoo.

There is a small tattoo on her tail finger, which is tattooed with the first letter of the last name of her and her ex-boyfriend. Her ex-boyfriend is named Liu Yongyan and has the same tattoo on her middle finger. However, the ink of his tattoo is of poor quality and has faded.

The ringtone of the mobile phone "Aya Rub" rang.

Huang Yiyan frowned and moved the back of his hand down to block his eyes.

Ning Huo stood up and walked out of the balcony to answer. He closed the glass door and said, "Hey."

"I have sent you eight posts on WeChat! You don't reply any of them, you are going to strike!" The person who shouted on the phone, whose stage name was Haike, was a young man who had completed the leap from paparazzi to planning. He was not very old and had a mixed beard on his face.

"My friend is drunk, sober up her." The wind was strong, and Ning Huo stood next to the pillar.

"There's something. Your shooting the day after tomorrow will be changed to tomorrow. The studio will change it. The address screenshot is for you. Remember not to be late."

"I understand." Ning Huo saw through the glass door, and Huang Yiyan turned over and rolled down from the sofa. "Hanged."

"Hey hey..." The busy voice came, and Haike stared at his cell phone, "It's getting harder to take care of the little kids nowadays!"

Huang Yiyan woke up the moment he landed on the ground, and the smoldering feeling of coldness in his chest. She stood up and kneaded her shoulders. Seeing Ning Huo with her side eyes, she said, "Give me a cup of hot water."

He poured another glass of water and handed it to her.

Her body warmed up after a glass of water poured into her chest.

Ning Huo sat casually on the handrail of the sofa, "When did you become a driver?"

"I've been doing it all the time, but I just didn't meet you." When she sobered up, she walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Ning Huo was still sitting there, he turned off the lights remotely. After a while, he left Yonghu Villa.

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Ning Huo took on the Internet celebrity clothing brand the next day.

Wear a few clothes and poses. He followed the principle of relying on his face to make a living.

Haike often said, "Don't forget me if you become rich." But today he changed his words, "I will definitely think of you if I become rich!"

Ning Huo took off his blazer and changed into another sweatshirt. "Have you won the lottery?"

Haike lowered his head, raised his eyes, and gently twisted a cube of curly hair falling from his forehead, "I met a famous director. His thighs were thick and strong, and he felt very safe when he hugged them."

Ning Huo asked: "Have you ever leaked the black material of this director before?"

Haike shrugged, "For the sake of cutting food, no one has ever done anything unethical. Besides, he doesn't know that I was the one who made the fuck." He winked and patted Ning Huo on the shoulder, "The famous director gave me an extra show, with three lines."

"You're here?"

"I'll get familiar with the environment and I'll bring you extras in the future."

Haike is 29 years older than Ning Huo. He looks less eye-catching than Ning Huo, so he has a good facial features.

During an internship at Haike University, he met an entertainment editor and became a journalist assistant. His dream was an actor. He heard that it was because Stephen Chow of "The King of Comedy" resonated with him. The biggest resonance was the sentence: "I support you." The fact is that his girlfriend left him and he couldn't even afford to support himself. After the editor-in-chief introduction, Haike became an advertising planner. Later, because of "Shaolin Football", he said that he never gave up his ideal of becoming a great actor.

As soon as Haike finished speaking, a woman came in from the studio. He patted his forehead and said, "Ning Huo, that's your partner. You can withdraw after taking a photo."

Ning Huo was tidying up his clothes.

The woman looked up at Ning Huo through the introduction guide. Then, her eyes widened with a bronze bell.

After changing into a couple's sweatshirt, she hesitated and walked over. "Ning, Huo?" The first one is a positive sentence, and the second word becomes a question again.

"Yes." Ning Huo responded casually.

"It's really you!" Fan Lu was incredulous and covered her mouth with her hands, "I... it's Fan Lu, your high school classmate!"

"Yeah." So what.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. High school classmates set up a WeChat group, but they don't know your account."

Ning Huo leaned against the wall, "Oh."

"Or..." Her eyes under her fan-shaped eyelashes shining brightly, "I'll pull you into the group?"

"No."

"Then-" Fan Lu smiled dryly, "Where is Ming Wangshu's contact information? She is not in the group."

Ning Huo's eyes faded.

Fan Lu continued, "Give me her number, I've been at the same table with her for more than a year."

"I don't."

Fan Lu thought to himself, his lie was a big deal.

In high school, Ning Huo was lazy and skipped classes. Every teacher shook his head when he mentioned his name until he met Ming Wangshu.

A well-behaved girl conquered the bad boys. Fan Lu, who fought hard at the test paper at that time, envied this story very much.

Fan Lu asked tentatively: "Where is Ming Wangshu now?"
To be continued...